Streets on Lock lyrics

by

Keyshia Cole


[Verse 1]
These n*ggas just hating they ain’t talking bout sh*t
I’m a grown ass man, I flip my own bricks
I don’t need your help I can own my own di*k
Ain’t no motherf*cker help me write my rhymes
Ain’t no n*gga pay for my studio time
See me at the top and want to claim my fame
n*gga took my chain, yeah motherf*cking right
You better off saying a n*gga took my life
Want to assassinate my character but I ain’t acting
It ain’t adding up so you n*ggas subtracting
B.I.G. said it first: more money more problems
The why I see it more problems more money

[Hook x2]
I got the streets on lock
Atlanta on my back
I do it for the hood
You got a problem with that
Real n*gga so this rap sh*t easy, when I speak
Theses n*ggas believe me
Cause b*tch I’m Jeezy

[Verse 2]
Eyes wide shut, I don’t see these n*ggas
Cause deep in your heart you want to be me n*gga
Want to stand in my shoes, want to f*ck my hoes
Want to live my life, want to rock my shows
You young punks with your loose-ass lips
I keep an AR with them loose ass clips
What type of real n*gga name himself after a bag
n*gga you’s a ho, a Louis Vuitton fag
My name ain’t di*k so keep it out your mouth
It is what it is look I am the south, that’s right
Big Mac you n*ggas small fries
You just another n*gga I’m more like the franchise
[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
I was born in the Field raised in Atlanta
Pop busted a nut here so I was made in Atlanta
Mat Lew died so I stayed in Atlanta
Had a plug on the squares got paid in Atlanta
Twenty-two’s on the two-door it sits so right
Ice tray on my wrist yea it shines so bright
Make moves in the day and I ball by night
9/11 Porsche I was on that flight
5’9, 6’1 I call em the twin towers
Had them on the triple stack
Hit em both in the shower
Pedal to the medal bout a buck eighty-five
Mr. 17.5 slow head well I drive, whassup

[Hook x2]
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